Personal Narrative Essay On Bars

She put me in a group with Finley as my secondary base, McKayla as my main base and Chloe as my back spot. We tried all the stunts we had to tryout with. We struggled a little at first because we had never worked together before. Once we got used to being together, we hit all the

A couple of months later competition season came and I was so nervous to go out there and perform in front of a lot of people. After the first

As a proud Wildcat, I was involved in a myriad of activities. In my local Key Club, I donated over 300 hours of my time to activities such as cancer fundraisers, senior citizen happiness, help to local police and fire departments, set-up classrooms and help teachers throughout the year. As I moved up the leadership ladder as President, I was able to create events specially designated towards improving the community, then as International Key Club Texas-Oklahoma Treasurer I shared, organized and was able to communicate with over 300 club’s budgets and dues to create more service opportunities dedicated to helping local causes. In my local girl scout troop as an ambassador, I found that many young girl orphans located in southern India did not

Our team sat in the hallway of our school, waiting for our name to be called to enter the gym. The pregame jitters were everywhere. Girls were bouncing up and down, fanning themselves and skittering around. I had a flood of emotions inside me. I was mostly excited but also quite nervous. What if my parents didn’t like the dance? What if my peers don’t like the dance? What if it looks bad? I couldn’t help but doubt the routine in a time of such nervousness. Our coach gave us each her routine good-luck shoulder shakes, and I knew the time had come. I heard the crowded gym fall quiet.

Brianna was very pleased with her accomplishment. The award announcements were still not over, and Brianna still was waiting on the top ten results for the intermediate teen solo category. Shortly, the announcements indicated verbally that she won eighth place overall in her category and that she obtained a higher score than the dancer who won tenth place and the dancer who won ninth place, which was Hannah Clark. Brianna had won eight tenths of a point higher than Hannah, and was a good sport in congratulating her in how wonderful she was on the dance floor. Brianna and her teammates all began congratulated each other after the competition, and were all satisfied of their own

My first meet of season was coaches spectacular again. I had a vault first and I had been practicing this for awhile now and was really scared to do it. I looked at the judges to show them I was ready The judges had saluted to me and I did the same back to start my pass. I stepped on the runway with butterflies in my stomach and stepped with one foot at a time. Then I had sprinted down the runway, jumped onto the board and had rose up onto the vault and did my tsuk and I stepped out to save my balance.That took off .3 tenths on my original score if I had stuck my vault pass , but it is better then falling it would have knocked off 1.0 point. I had the choice to do a second vault but I was happy with my

I was with my friends; Michael, Joseph and Dylan in the same team. Feeling hyped up, I was confident of winning the laser tag contest, even though I had never done it before.

: Looking to fulfill my promise to myself, I decided to take Harry up on his offer to go to a singles bar. We went to the Sapphire bar in Bethesda around 7 pm. The place was packed. Harry was a bit nervous because he feels uncomfortable in large crowds. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, bro”, he said. At first, part of me agreed with him, but I realized it was too late to back out now, and what’s the worst that could happen. “Don’t worry, Harry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” I said. We gave each other a fist pump soldiered on. Even with our new found determination, it took about half an hour before we were able to seriously get out there and mingle. Most bars aren’t completely handicap accessible, and having to navigate two power wheelchairs

Some other things were said but I never heard them. I gently dug my right heel into Stripe and effortlessly he stretched his inside leg out in to a gallop. The dust floated up into my face drying my tongue out and slightly stingy my eyes. The rhythm was perfect, I was gliding in perfect motion. I stretched my heels down as far as they could go and tried to sit up tall trying to achieve the unattainable perfect position. The first jump was quickly approached. Stripe’s stride quickened as I dug my heel harder. 1, 2, 1, all other thoughts left my head and my body went into auto piolet. I surged my body forward maintaining balance and precision. It’s the pinnacle of teamwork, trust, and freedom. At that moment nothing else mattered, all the tension and stress escaped. It’s a little taste of heaven here on earth that makes me fall in love with the sport over and over again. Once I landed my first jump, I turned my head towards the two diagonal jumps. Stripe speeds up because of the crowd. I once again launched my body forward as he leaped over the flowered box leaving a cloud of dust were we just we a few seconds ago

Competition day quickly approached, but I felt well prepared. When loading Noir into the trailer I noticed he was acting really anxious, which I understood, because it was his first time ever going to a competition, but I just ignored it. Once we got to the arena, I warmed him up over a few jumps, and everything seemed fine.

I just got off my shift. Working in a bar means staying out late and being exhausted by the end. I stepped out the front door and into the night. The air was bitterly cold, I huddled myself within my coat as I walked down the street to my car. It was close to December, it would be getting much colder. Up in New Hampshire, winter starts in late early November and just keeps getting colder. I opened the frozen door of my little car and climbed in. The engine sputtered when I turned the key.

As I get ready for the first skill I feel like it is going to be more than good. Once my hands touch the white velvety tumbling floors, and my legs swing over my head, I feel complete exhilaration! I see the flash of the cameras going on and off, and I am blinded by the bright light, but that didn't stop me! All I could think about was the things that my coach always yelled at me about! Straighten your legs...Turn your hands in..look pretty! About to finish my routine, I feel like I am daydreaming. When I set to go into my back tuck I was worried. In warm up I was over rotated, and my legs swooped under me and I fell on my back. So I am not going to lie, I was nervous! But I was overjoyed when my set was on point which allowed me to do this beautiful back tuck with a clean kick out. Finally, I feel my feet hit the landing pad. It was a joy! Even though I finished my pass feeling dizzy, I still managed to keep it together and stick it!

Finally, the other girl and I, are still staying up. Girls screaming and cheering me on like a laughing hyena, making the only option left, beat the high school record. I already knew that the high school record remains sixteen  minutes. “How many minutes has it been?’’ “12 minutes,’’ “4 minutes to beat the high school record!’’ Finally, my body started to lower a bit closer to the ground. But my friends kept yelling and screaming, motivating me,to stay up .Soon enough, my legs shake like in winter when I have shorts on instead of snow pants. My stomach starts joining the shaking along with my legs. The girls keep saying,”Don’t let a 6th grader beat you!’’ So I keep going even though I just really want to flop down on the floor and quit. Because of my friends, I keep going, so I couldn’t let them down. I knew if I did flop down it wouldn’t be worth

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. You’re, like, the best dancer. You’re amazing!” Shannon gushed.

One dark night after football practice driving home on this long dark road and a deer runs out so I hurry and smashed on my breaks super hard saving our lives. Me and my car is the only one on the road because it was 11 o’clock at night and everyone in the city is in the house before 10 like its purge night. Coming up is a gas station so I stop to get a snack and the register woman was looking at me weird like she wanted to snatch my eyeballs out. Leaving out the store this homeless man walks by and say, “Young lady you better be careful going down that road something scary might jump out and get you” I said, “Yes sir and left as fast as I could.”